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Likely sentiment of average Canadian voter after US Ambassador tries to influence our election, sung to “You’re A Mean One, Mr. Grinch”

US Ambassador as the GrinchYou’re a mean one, Ambassador.
You really are a heel.
You’re as cuddly as a cactus,
You’re as charming as an eel.
Ambassador.

You’re a bad banana
With a greasy black peel.

You’re a lackey, Ambassador.
Your heart’s an empty hole.
Your brain is full of spiders,
You’ve got garlic in your soul.
Ambassador.

You are sadly mistaken if you think
we’d listen to you, you stooge …
you’re Mr. Bush’s troll!

–With apologies to Dr. Seuss (and all my US friends who didn’t have anything to do with the ambassador’s intrusion)

Inspired by:
US Ambassador rips Martin over Kyoto

Beijing Olympic Mascots: Forced Sterilization Footy

Force sterilization footySoccer is popular worldwide, but we don’t think this newest Chinese version is going to have the same success. We predict this demonstration sport won’t outlast the Beijing Olympics; there aren’t many countries that still have forced sterilization and abortion policies.

Our money is on the Chinese Communist Party team, which has the best record in the intra-China “one child (preferably male) only” league.

“Inspired” by:
US Dept. of State Country Reports (China)

More demonstration sports with the Beijing Olympic Mascots:
Tibetan Dissident Biathlon | Organ Relay | Hu Flung Falongong | Forced Sterilization Footy | Press Clubbing | 50-Meter Land Requisition Event

Human rights, hippo plights and blogrolly sights

Demonstration event: organ relayOkay, first off, Happy Birthday to the Universal Declaration of Human Rights, which has a Canadian connection, by the way.

Taking us to the other extreme, PooterGeek discovered Saddam has a lucrative endorsment deal with Birds Custard.

And lest you think that my series of Beijing Olympic mascots satire is tasteless (the “organ relay” demonstration sport pictured to left) I’d have you reflect on this story from China, about how protestors have been killed by the “authorities” and a village sealed. The satire is a whole lot less unsavory than the reality.

Okay, let’s lighten things up with this news that the Pope is to change D&D cosmology courtesy of Siflay Hraka.

As a fellow dog owner, I can tell you that The Poutine Diaries is right, when it says: There is no bad smell.

I enjoyed Mr. Snitch’s post: What makes a blog stand out? (Particularly the call for more civility in comments.)

Perhaps the Liberals could include this in their anti-crime package: Got a problem with youth violence and crime? Drive it away with barrel organ music.

And I don’t know, I found this story both odd and oddly touching: Tortoise adopts baby hippo.

Dr. Tundra enters a bar …

Dr. Tundra enters a bar and orders a drink. The bar has a robot bartender, with great drink-making and conversational algorithms, but no facial or voice-recognition software.

The robot serves him a perfectly prepared Peyote Sling, and then asks him: “What’s your IQ?” Tundra replies “150” and the robot proceeds to make conversation about quantum physics and spirituality, chaos and environmental interconnectedness, string theory, nano-technology, and the sexual proclivities of the common earthworm.

Tundra is impressed.

He decides to test the robot. He walks out of the bar, turns around, and comes back in for another drink.

Again, the robot serves him the perfectly prepared drink — this time a Viking Fizz — and asks him, “What’s your IQ?” Tundra responds, “about a 100.” Immediately the robot starts talking, but this time about football, hockey, baseball, supermodels, brands of beer, guns, and women’s breasts.

Really impressed, Tundra leaves the bar and decides to give the robot one more test. He heads out and returns, the robot serves him and asks, “What’s your IQ?”

“Er, 60, I think,” Tundra slurs.

And the robot asks … real slowly…

“So…………… ya gonna vote for the Liberals again?”

Inspired by:
Stolen email from Dave Duncan, who got it from somewhere else, I’m sure.

Elections Canada introduces new youth voting strategy

Young woman with kitchen knife and groucho glasses (with eyebrows)OTTAWA (The Skwib) — Hoping to increase the number of young Canadians voting, Elections Canada has introduced the Crazy Dolores campaign.

“Yes, our research shows that youth are disengaged from the political process, and it doesn’t matter how many cool websites we launch, they will not be influenced by such positive efforts,” Dr. Jennifer Temptress told The Skwib, as she took off her glasses and arched an eyebrow.

Statistics show that young voters are just as likely to be engaged with other alternative political activities as their older peers, but much less likely to connect with the traditional political process.

“So we’ve decided to frighten them into voting,” Temptress told The Skwib, as she licked her lips and smiled.

The Crazy Dolores campaign is designed to scare the crap out of young voters into turning up to the polls.

In addition to the ad campaign showing Crazy Dolores stabbing apathetic youth with a large Elections Canada kitchen knife, there is a guerilla marketing component as well.

“Yes, do you remember coolhunters? Well, we’re doing the same kind of thing,” Temptress said, as she loosened her hair bun, and shook her long, blond hair. “We’ve hired thousands of young women, and have outfitted them with Groucho Glasses — yes the kind with eyebrows — and they will be randomly attacking youth with their knives.”

“They’re fake knives of course, but they will produce a real electric shock and coat victims with fake blood,” Temptress explained as she took off her lab coat.

Then the Dolores will say, “vote or next time it will be a real knife!”

When asked if this new campaign was too extreme, Temptress said, “I don’t think so. Do you?” As she started to unbutton her blouse it was clear the interview was over.

Inspired by:
Predictable rituals | | Original photo by DerrickT

Alternate History Friday: The Inauguration

inauguration of President McCarthyJack’s disquiet had grown to panic, but he still got his shot.

He’d been a photographer in Washington for too long perhaps. He did not think it was possible, but America had failed to see through the demagoguery.

He’d walked with the new president’s car for a while — trying to get the best shot — but he couldn’t take it anymore. He let the car drive by, with Joseph McCarthy in the back, waving.

President McCarthy.

Just two years earlier, army attorney Joseph Welch had asked McCarthy through tears: “Until this moment, senator, I think I never really gauged your cruelty or your recklessness. Let us not assassinate this lad further, senator. You have done enough. Have you no sense of decency, sir? At long last, have you no sense of decency?” The crowded hearing room had burst into spontaneous applause.

Jack had thought it would be all over then. But then something happened. A real spy surfaced. And McCarthy had been right about at least one of his victims.

The doubts about McCarthy turned to enthusiasm. The Senate did not chastise him, and in a one-sided vote they gave him more powers.

The next year, Dwight D. Eisenhower claimed that he would not run again, due to ill health, but everyone within the Beltway knew the score — even those few Republicans who still didn’t trust McCarthy would support him.

They’d been told by McCarthy’s running mate, Richard Nixon: “Support McCarthy. Or else.”

More high-ranking bureaucrats and armed forces personnel were named each day. Those who did not support McCarthy ended up appearing before his hearing.

The car bearing his new President rolled down the road, was obscured by exhaust steam, and Jack wondered if America had disappeared with it.

He took one last photo, just in case.

Inspired by:
December 2, 1954 — The United States Senate votes 65 to 22 to condemn Joseph McCarthy for “conduct that tends to bring the Senate into dishonor and disrepute.”